The Cuckold Couple

Priya turned back to check on Srinath, as she walked along the beach in Rahul’s arms. “Kiss my footprint. Come on.” Srinath got down on his hands and knees, staring at the footprint Priya had left behind a few moments back, on her walk along the beach. He bent his elbows, lowering his head to the sand and kissed the girl’s footprint. It had no taste but the taste of raw sand. “You are lagging far behind. I want you to kiss each and every one of my footprints. And you,” she pointed to Sharada, “kiss each of Rahul’s footprints.”

Srinath hurried up, kissing each of her footprints as quickly as he could as he crawled behind her. He felt more and more exhaustion creeping into his existence from each kiss, but he kept himself energized by just looking at the girl’s beautiful bikini-clad behind. Sharada followed closely, then went apart after a bit.

“Priya, do we really have to kiss all of your footprints?” Srinath asked. Priya and Rahul kept walking on the wet sand, ignoring his question completely. The couple walked along more than a mile of the beach. They didn’t seem to care about the game in the least – Priya had her head safely nested in the broad shoulders of Rahul, and they held each other close and warm.

Srinath looked behind at the path they’d tread, and felt a crippling exhaustion from the sight of the footprints in the sand that seemed to have traversed over a mile. Sharada was a few feet behind him, her head gradually lowering from the thrift of whatever energy she had left. The cuckolds began to pace up and leave some of the footprints unkissed, their masters even cared about the tiring game.

A few steps later, the couple stopped. They stared away into the horizon – the mighty sun was fading away rapidly into the sea, only its topmost lining floated around for a bit. Priya noticed the slaves catching up to them, carefully kissing each footprint. “Their obsession is starting to get on my nerves!” she said.

“Yeah, but what can we do? We’ve humiliated them to the core and they still won’t give up.” Rahul said.

“Then it’s time to take even more extreme measures.” Priya snapped her fingers, calling the ex-boyfriend to her feet. Srinath reported for duty, his hands joined together to thank the Goddess for thinking of something for him to do. “I want to ride you into the sea, till the water is about knee level. Can you do that for me?”

“Certainly!” Srinath turned towards the sea and offered his back for her to sit on. Priya sat herself comfortably on his back, grabbing on to his shoulders as he crawled into the crashing waves. As he crawled further, he encountered waves that encompassed both himself and his Mistress, but once the wave receded, the water stayed lower than his elbows. He was halfway there. Soon, the water became deeper and he was almost forced to breathe through the salty water in his mouth like a fish. “This is a good spot. Kneel down now.” Priya said, getting off his back.

Srinath knelt down in the water, his body slightly swayed around by the incoming waves. “Do you like this?” Priya asked.

“What, Priya?”

“Being my slave. After everything I put you through. The dumping, working as Rahul’s slave, taking my shit on your face and all that brutal punishment. Somehow, you still want to be around me.”

“Yes, Priya.” Srinath said. “If being your slave is what it takes, then that’s all I wish to be.”

“What pleasure are you getting out of this?” Priya asked.

“Priya, I cannot bear the thought of living my life without you.” Srinath said. “Seeing you happy makes me happy, even if I can never have you.”

Priya turned around and bent her knees, letting her blue bikini into the water. “You are an obsessive ass kisser, aren’t you?”

Srinath nodded.

“In that case, I want you to kiss my ass,” she said. “Get under me and kiss my ass.”

Srinath swam towards the beautiful girl, sat himself between her legs and went up for the kiss. His lips reached the bottom of her wet panties and he tried to move his nose into the crack between her fleshy butt cheeks. Priya’s hands caught his head tight as she lowered herself into the water, crushing him down into a breathless underwater facesit. “This is the last time you’re going to kiss my ass. It’s time for you to go,” Priya said, mercilessly smothering her buttocks all over Srinath’s face as he gasped for his last breath. His hands and legs flailed over the sea surface, but his head was firmly pinned down beyond any possibility of ever surfacing again. Priya watched her ex through the bubbling water surface, swallowing randomly, his lungs filling up to capacity with the sea water. Moments later, he gave away: his lifeless body lay still in the sea bed.

“Srinath?” she asked, shaking her body on his chest. No answer.

Priya stood up and smiled at Rahul, waiting for her at the beach. She raised her thumb and said, “the ass kisser is dead!”

“Good!” Rahul said. “That was his life’s desire, anyway. Poor masochist.”

“Yeah.” Priya fought her way past the waves and emerged from the water after an arduous struggle.

She thrust her breasts against his body and kissed Rahul with all her might. “You know that you did the right thing, don’t you?”  he asked, stroking her hair.

“I do.” Priya said, wiping her eyes.

Sharada fell to Rahul’s feet. “Rahul, please let me live. I’ll never bother you anymore, I promise.”

He kicked away her face with his sand covered feet and continued to kiss Priya.